A/N: RIP David Bowie. Legend.
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"Babe,"
"Hmm..?"
"Babe," Harry poked Carrie-Ann again. She was too focused at her desk to look up.
"Hmm..?"
He sighed spinning her chair around earning not such a happy face from his girlfriend.
"Are you hungry?"
She shook her head trying to spin herself back around but Harry's legs stopped her.
"You didn't eat breakfast-"
"I had a banana smoothie," She cuts in.
"You didn't have breakfast," He repeats. "Let me treat you to a lunch date."
Carrie-Ann sighs, he could see she was thoroughly stressed and worn out.
"Please?" He pouted.
She rubs her eyes giving a weak nod. "Okay, fine."
He grins, "Go put some clothes on, unless you want to go in pjs.."
She laughs. "I wish,"
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The lunch was delicious, Carrie-Ann didn't realise how hungry she really was.
"Why are you so stressed lately?" Harry asks ignoring the paparazzi that were tapping against the window wanting him to look up at them.
Carrie-Ann brushed some hair out of her face. "My book is going well despite the amount of pressure the label are putting on me, it's just Burberry."
Harry was intrigued. "What about Burberry?"
"They want me in London, they want me there to start the collab but I'm so into writing the book at the minute I don't want to put my attention on something else."
"Well.." Harry tried to word his sentence right. "You could come to London - live there with me, work with Burberry and whilst you're not working with them you can write your book."
Carrie-Ann thought for a moment. "Maybe, I don't know, I just like being in LA at the minute."
Harry swallowed hard. His place was going up for sale from tomorrow, he had to tell her.
"Caz-"
Her phone started to ring and she looked at him apologetically. "It's Tanya, it won't take a minute."
Harry watched as Carrie-Ann spoke on the phone, maybe if he told her she would then actually want to go to London, but how would she react to the fact he never told her? He is kind of going to be homeless from tomorrow on, well he won't, he's got a hotel room, but still.
Carrie-Ann was off the phone, looking at Harry who was staring into space.
"Everything okay?" She asks.
He nods. "Yeah, Tanya okay?"
She huffs. "The publishing house want all nine chapters that I've written so far, they want to look them over, make sure it's good enough. They want me to fly to New York, but if I fly there I'm not writing, and I can't do Burberry.. I always get myself into these situations."
He hated seeing her so torn down. It wasn't his favourite side to her.
Taking her hands in his, he saw how the paparazzi went crazy trying to get photos of their hands. "Why don't we fly to New York together. I'm off for a while now, we can go to New York - you do your meetings, then we could do a couple days of exploring. Then we could fly to England, you can stay at my place."
Carrie-Ann breathed a sigh of relief, Harry always made things better. "Yes, that sounds good. I'm overreacting I'm sorry,"
He shakes his head. "You're stressed, you need me to help you out from time to time."
She smiles, they both wanted to kiss one another but they wouldn't give paparazzi the satisfaction so instead Harry gave her a subtle wink and squeezed her hand.
"Thank you, I just get myself in a mess sometimes and I think I can't get out of it."
"It happens to everyone,"
Carrie-Ann tried to check her phone to see if Tanya had messaged her but realised her phone died. "Ugh, could I use your phone? I just want to ring Tanya back quickly,"
"Sure, I'm going to use the bathroom." Harry takes his phone out and hands it to her, a receipt fell out his pocket as he walked away and Carrie-Ann picked it up setting it on the table for when he got back, the receipt caught her eye though.
She frowned unfolding it completely, it was a receipt to confirm items such as a bed, wardrobe and boxes of clothes were dispatched from LA to London.
What was Harry up to?
